I kind of wish I had a picture of how badly I mauled this dress, but I'm also kind of glad that there is no proof of how I destroyed it. I received this dress (NWT) from someone who didn't want it anymore. I tried it on, and amazingly, it was long enough. It was a bit too wide, but I figured that with my amazing sewing skills, I'd have it snug and flattering in no time.
Let's just say I overestimated my ability to sew. I won't go into details, but the night I tried to fix it ended in frustration, tears, and a vow to never alter anything ever again. The next morning I took the dress to the tailor, prepared to beg him to take drastic measures to save it. After sheepishly avoiding the hidden ripped seams and annihilated seam allowances, I was surprised when he said that I did a good job. His confidence in being able to fix it was reassuring, so before I left I showed him the true damage.
"You killed it!"
Yeah. I killed it. But I did a good job killing it! My tailor resurrected it, and now the dress fits me like a glove and even has a convenient zipper that hides some of the mutilation that it endured.
As for the vow to never alter anything myself ever again, it was broken the next day.